Story: Scrubbing His Record Clean. Chapter 4.

by Camille Langtry

I had no idea what to tell her in response. I was always the kind to avoid any conflict. Even when it was necessary to strike back I tended to prefer the way of surrender, something that other boys at my high school took advantage of, often to my utter embarrassment. So when I was pressed for an answer in such a direct and unconditional manner I was completely and utterly lost. She was looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and contempt, obviously expecting me to say something in my defence, even an apparent lie.

“I am sorry, I…” I’ve finally forced myself to speak, when I was unexpectedly saved by a colleague of mine, who entered the office, ending our uneasy tête-à-tête with Nicole.

“Hey, David, how are you doing this fine morning?” Raymond, my desk neighbour to the right came in earlier than normal.  I have to admit I’ve never been this happy to see that idiot. Raymond was about my age, but already balding and about 40 kilograms overweight. He would always annoy me with his unfunny anecdotes and boring stories about his family vacations and other life events I could not care less about.

“Hello, Raymond,’’ I responded and pretended that I had just finished talking with Nicole. “And thank you, Nicole, for cleaning under the desk for me, sorry for interrupting you earlier.”

She looked at me, that predator smile on her pretty face again, and leaned very close to my ear, whispering: “Consider yourself lucky for now, boy. But we are not over yet. Meet me in the lobby after my shift is over at noon. And don’t you dare not show up. Unless you want everyone to know, that is. ”

Story: China Maid.

Mana Ray, whose work at Erotic Mind-Control Archive I've mentioned earlier, sent me a long excerpt from her ongoing story she's publishing on her Patreon page. It's inspired by the (yet) unfinished story on this blog, Maid in China. The chapter dwells on Alice's new life, her social drop and degradation, in particular on how she's forced to serve her former friends. There are several chapters before this one and several are to follow.

It wasn't until 4AM that Farrah and Alice left Jocelyn's room, and the girls were so bone-tired that they didn't even play with each other's feet after they got into their shared bed.

As Alice peeled off her stockings, she contrasted her own situation with Jocelyn's. Her employer was asleep in bed, having showered and received a lengthy massage while Alice was covered in foot creme and debris that women had rubbed into her uniform. Bits of dust fell from her maid's tunic as she undid all the buttons – the same dust she had painstakingly swept from the Zuang's floor on her hands and knees. With profound relief Alice removed the painful new heels she once coveted, knowing that she would probably have to put on yet another stiff leather pair tomorrow.

Even standing on a carpet felt like a luxury to the girl now, a small taste of something she used to take for granted. For a moment she rested and thought of her old life. It seemed like an incredibly long time ago that she sat at the same table with all her friends. How could it feel like she had been working for Jocelyn for so long? Hadn't it only been like three days?

Story: Scrubbing His Record Clean. Chapter 3.

by Camille Langtry

I still do not understand what got into me then, but I quickly removed my business suit and shirt and put them away, staying only in my underwear. I should have been thinking about my wife leaving me and the inevitable problems that were bound to arise sooner rather than later (what will happen to our house? how will we split our savings and mortgage payments? what shall I tell our friends if anything? shall I hire a lawyer?), but instead all I could think of was that black and white uniform. 

Perhaps, it was just my mind’s protective response as it refused to dwell on the hard questions that I could not answer, at least for now. Oddly, trying on this maid’s dress somehow seemed the right and timely thing to do. Just to put myself at rest. Just to relax and forget about the problems currently at hand.

Let me digress just a little. I’ve always considered myself straight. I was a bit on the “creative” side when it came to sexual intercourse - something that always irritated Danielle, who would outright refuse to do anal, or to go down on me, or even experiment with various adult toys that I bought - but all in all I’ve never thought that I had much of a feminine side to me. My adult interests were solely those of a man. I was just a regular guy with somewhat peculiar fetish tastes.

Story: Scrubbing His Record Clean. Chapter 2.

by Camille Langtry

I knew that it was bad news when I entered the house and saw my wife, Danielle, sitting alone in our small living room, clearly waiting for me. She was never the smiley kind, but her expression was one of extreme disappointment or even anger. Obviously, I had done something very wrong. My initial reaction was that it was something minor - Danielle was always a bit of a drama queen, who loved to make me feel guilty even when I absolutely did nothing to deserve it. In our four years of marriage, I'd got used to it and learned to deal with her touchiness and manipulations.

Then I saw my mobile phone on the desk in front of her. I left it in the kitchen this morning as I was getting ready for work. As it turned out, this simple act of forgetfulness changed my life forever. 

“Hello, you are early today,’’ I said, still hoping against hope that it was something minor like me not taking the garbage out or not paying utility bills on time.

Danielle didn’t answer and just pointed her long finger at my phone: “Can you explain this, David?”

“Explain what, dear?” I responded quietly. No, this can’t be. She didn’t check my phone. She couldn’t. She wasn’t like that. Damn.

“Explain what?!” she said bitterly and stood up, beautiful and furious. She was almost as tall as me and I immediately felt intimidated by her aggression. “You know WHAT, you pervert!! How could you do this to me?!”

Story: Scrubbing His Record Clean. Chapter 1.

I would like to thank everyone who'd bought my new book, Her Most Remarkable Performance. While I am extremely pleased with the reception it has received, it also means I am under additonal pressure to deliver. While my next book I begin publishing today is different - for one, it's a TG story so it's not strictly "lady-to-maid" - it shares most of the elements you can find in my first novella - detailed social and cultural drop, relinquishing of status, de-education. Not to mention lots of cleaning. The new book will go live relatively soon and before then I'd publish several chapters here.

Scrubbing His Record Clean: From Manager to Office Cleaner

by Camille Langtry

Chapter 1

It was 8:00 am and, as part of my shift, I’d spent the past two hours cleaning the corridors and foyer of one of the new large office buildings in Kirchberg. It was a daily routine I'd become accustomed to over the past couple of months, ever since I'd fully recovered from my surgery: get up at 4 in the morning, a very quick bite to eat, an even quicker walk to the Metz train station to grab the 4:48 train to Gare de Luxembourg, a bus to Kirchberg, to arrive a mere 15 minutes before my 6 am shift with barely enough time to change into my cleaning uniform.

I’ve always been an early riser, but even for me, this schedule was increasingly tough. I had tried finding other options, but they all started much later and clashed with my second cleaning shift over at the Auchan shopping centre. Furthermore, the early morning office building shift paid 20 Euros an hour, not the standard 15 Euros that most other places did. With Vincent out of work for the past year, it would have been criminal to lose that extra income, even if that meant being tired and sleepy a lot of the time. So I took the bullet, did my two shifts like a good girl and returned to our small rented apartment in Metz, where Vincent was eagerly waiting for me to cook his dinner.

Story: New Employee. Chapters 18-19.

by BigBird74

18.

I had not counted on a potentially hostile manager. One reason I chose this particular hotel, apart from being out of the way, was its supposedly genial and pliant manager. Something had obviously gone wrong and would have to be careful of this new woman, who obviously did not like head office butting into her local business. I was already tired by the time I had finished scrubbing the floor of the toilets and was expecting some kind of break, when Linda told me that I was expected in the laundry room. It looked like I was to get no relief from this onslaught of menial tasks. For the first time, I truly felt what being trapped felt like and my powerlessness to do anything about it. My life had been one of privilege, opportunity and choice. The best education money could buy had underlined the status gained through unearned privilege. But not in this scenario. Here I was in a trap of my own making. That said, I comforted myself thinking that there was still an open door. I could just walk out and never come back again.

For a moment, I let that thought circulate in my head. Perhaps I am getting in too deep and I need to run while I can? Still the downsides to running were many and deep: who would get blamed? Most probably me! What if someone looked into the bogus scheme and saw all the lies I had concocted? My god, were someone to actually lift the lid on this whole idea, I could be ruined. My stomach ached. This time not from that delicious flutter of uncertainty and humiliation, but from a sudden bout of anxiety. No, running could prove very costly, I would have to try and see this out as Marta!

Her Most Remarkable Performance is OUT!

After months of back and forth I've finally overcome my writer's block and published my e-book, Her Most Remarkable Experience.

I've spent more time on this novella than I probably should have both because of my inherent laziness and my tendency to over-research everything.  I've read hundreds of pages on the 1880s - from fashion, shopping, and wages to music and theatre, not to mention household management and servants. A lot of the details in this book are as historically accurate as was possible and, if you are familiar with the period, you will have no difficulty recognising some of the situations, names and even occasional words and phrases. There are also literary references thrown around that I am not going to spoil for you.

This is the first book I've published and I hope you enjoy it. I've tried to write a definitive lady-to-maid story I personally could enjoy reading and it's only you, dear readers, that can judge if I've succeeded.

I have created a My Books folder on top, which I intend to update in coming months.

You can order the book from Amazon (e-book and paperback) and from Smashwords. Please leave a review if you like it and don't hesitate to contact me directly or leave comments here.